PS 4719
OKE JA'Y YA'Y YA'Y UPACIYA' MANE PRA'N'E GA'NER
Renditions
Lyrics
Roman script
O KE JÁY, JAY, JÁY UPACIÁ MANE PRÁŃE GÁNER SARITÁ NECE CALE JÁY SURER SARIT PÁNE
AJINÁTA GIRI GAHVAR HOTE HIMAVÁHERI MRIDU IINGITE KAKHANO PARASHE KABHU SAUNGHÁTE CALE BÁDHÁ NÁHI MÁNE GÁNER SARITÁ NECE CALE JÁY SURER SARIT PÁNE
KATA JANAPADA KATA NÁ NAGAR BHÁUNGE ÁR GAŔHE PRATIT́I PRAHAR DHYEYA THEKE JÁY SE MAHÁSÁGAR CHUT́E JÁY TÁRI T́ÁNE GÁNER SARITÁ NECE CALE JÁY SURER SARIT PÁNE
O KE JÁY, JAY, JÁY UPACIÁ MANE PRÁŃE GÁNER SARITÁ NECE CALE JÁY SURER SARIT PÁNE
Translation
Who passes by flowing into my heart and soul?
His stream of songs dances on toward the river of melody.
Through unknown mountain caves amidst the glacier’s supple gesture sometimes caressing, sometimes striking the song flows on not stopping for any obstacles.
Past how many people, in how many cities built and razed in each era?
From the object of meditation it flows on into that great ocean it rushes on toward it.
Thoughts
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